Drowning

Cut Your Strings

I used to be a marionette,
held by the strings of expectations.
They said that you can't always have what you want,  its just the way life is.

I used to love the strings of ordanity,
The regulations made me feel safe,
People being happy with me fueled me.

I grew to despise the fact that I was expected to be someone's wife or mother, that those would be the greatest accomplishments of my life.
I felt caged by the very strings that I once welcomed.

I longed for freedom.
I wanted to be somebody for me,
not for a future husband,
(I'm not even sure if my heart longs for a man's love anymore)
or a future child.

I resigned myself to the fact that this is how life goes,
the stories and words in my head would just be bedtime stories,
that the love I want would ruin my relations with family and possibly friends.

Then one day I saw a gleam in the dying light of my soul.
A chance for freedom.
So I cut my marionette strings.
And I felt alive.

Now I'm no one's puppet.
Nobody owns me or has say over my life.
And I'm in love.
With both the girl who speaks to my soul,
And with life and all that it holds.

So now I'll pick up my pen,
and write these words to the other trapped marionettes.

Pick up your sword and cut your strings, and make the people who tried to suppress you burn in your light.